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Who: Galadriel and you
What: Nightmares
When: Now
Where: Galadriel's mind
Rating: PG-13. Battle scenes, mostly

Galadriel’s nightmare begins in a cacophony of sights and sounds, intermingling and fading into one another. The sounds of battle assault your ears: steel hitting steel, the snap of bowstrings, the screaming of dying of men. The smell of blood is in the air and you can feel the overwhelming heat of a blazing fire against your face.

As you stand observing, things begin to settle and you find yourself in the midst of a battle along a seaside, a sword in your hand. The landscape might have been beautiful- stunningly so, were it not for the bodies already littering the beach and the clashing of swords still surrounding you. If you have keen eyes, you might spot some familiar golden hair amid the chaos.

Do you seek her out? Do you flee towards the boats landed on the beach? Whatever choice you make, you should make it quickly; the Fëanorians won’t leave you alone forever.

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The wraith growls and rolls his eyes, "Stop complaining, civil wars happen between every sentient species. Now if you don't elaborate further on what I should be doing, I'm just going to start killing whomever comes my way, no matter which side they're on."

"Very well." But she's irritated and it shows in her swordwork. He doesn't understand the gravity of this- of blood being spilt on these sacred shores. To her, this is a terrible sin.

"My uncle's forces march upon my mother's people in an attempt to take their ships. Hold them back, if you can."

The wraith nodded and jumped into the fray, as quick and light-footed as any elf, Todd slaughtered enemy after enemy that came his way. Ten thousand years of battle, and now fighting for a side he didn't care about other than to keep his hide and help Galadriel. In that order.

He used the long sword in one hand, a dagger in the other, a path of gore and blood quickly forming a path behind him as he pushed into the enemy.